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Wednesday, December 7, 2011

Hal and Seven Swans A-Swimming

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The best part of Hal’s week was the Wednesday Senior Women’s Water Aerobics class at the local Y. Every Wednesday, Hal got dressed in his Sunday best, with fedora and cologne, and headed for the bleachers. His favorite was Bonnie, the one in the white swim cap. Bonnie used to be a dancer and still had the grace and straight posture of a woman who knew the importance of such. It was December and the Y was just beginning to decorate their windows with fake frost, their halls with papier-mache snowflakes, playing Christmas Carols over the PA. The semester long class was coming to an end and the ladies had completed a two-minute choreographed synchronization. Led by Bonnie, the women spread their limbs, fanned their fingers and graced the water with the movements of bodies now in full bloom. Smiling, Hal whispered, “Seven Swans-A-Swimming.”